Chapter 313
\nMarked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 313<\/p>\n
**TITLE: The Heart I Buried for You by Serene Lockwood**
\n**Chapter 313: Stop Pushing Her**<\/p>\n
Deanna stepped into the dimly lit underground parking lot, the echo of her heels resonating against the concrete walls. She made her way towards her sleek Mercedes, but paused, sensing a presence behind her. Turning slightly, she confronted the man who had been shadowing her.<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Faulkner,\u201d she said, her voice steady yet firm, \u201cyou really should head back. I still have things to take care of.\u201d<\/p>\n
Malcolm, standing tall and imposing, replied with a hint of concern in his tone, \u201cLet me drive you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Deanna shook her head, her resolve unwavering. \u201cIt\u2019s okay. You really don\u2019t need to.\u201d<\/p>\n
His brow furrowed with worry. \u201cI\u2019m genuinely concerned about you. Just today, please don\u2019t push me away. I promise I won\u2019t say anything that makes you uncomfortable.\u201d<\/p>\n
At that moment, Deanna couldn\u2019t help but recognize the stubbornness that seemed to define Malcolm. It was a quality she admired, but right now, all she craved was solitude\u2014a moment to gather her thoughts without any distractions.<\/p>\n
\u201cReally, there\u2019s no need for this. It\u2019s making me uncomfortable,\u201d she insisted, her voice tinged with frustration.<\/p>\n
Nearby, the door of a limited-edition extended Rolls-Royce swung open, drawing Malcolm\u2019s attention. His gaze shifted past Deanna, and she could see the instant change in his demeanor as he froze, eyes locked onto something\u2014or someone\u2014approaching.<\/p>\n
Deanna frowned, curiosity piqued, and turned to follow his gaze. There he was, Luis. Dressed in a fitted black shirt and matching pants, he exuded an aura of confidence. His short hair framed a face that was undeniably handsome, but it was his stormy, deep-set eyes that captured her attention, a stark contrast to his pale complexion.<\/p>\n
It had only been a few days since she had last seen him, yet it felt like a lifetime. His words, \u201cHoney, wait for me,\u201d echoed hauntingly in her mind, filling her with an unsettling mix of longing and dread.<\/p>\n
Luis strode toward her, each step heavy with purpose. As he drew closer, an unexpected whisper filled her mind, \u201cOur mate!\u201d The realization sent a jolt through her, leaving her momentarily paralyzed.<\/p>\n
But reality crashed back in an instant as Luis stood before her, his voice low and almost tender, \u201cDeanna.\u201d<\/p>\n
The sound of her name, spoken in that familiar tone, ignited a fire within her, and she felt her eyes stinging with unshed tears.<\/p>\n
She bit down on her lip, forcing herself to suppress the rush of emotion welling inside.<\/p>\n
Luis\u2019s eyes were dark, locked onto Deanna with an intensity that felt both pleading and desperate. \u201cGet in my car,\u201d he urged, his voice low and filled with an unspoken yearning.<\/p>\n
\u201cMove,\u201d Deanna replied, her gaze averted, avoiding the piercing look that threatened to unravel her composure.<\/p>\n
Luis felt a tightening in his chest, a lump forming in his throat as he struggled to find the right words. \u201cLet me explain,\u201d he pleaded, but before he could continue, a sudden cough erupted from him, cutting through the tension.<\/p>\n
Malcolm frowned, stepping forward once more, determined to protect Deanna. \u201cThat\u2019s enough, Luis. Deanna is already upset. Stop pushing her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Luis lifted his gaze, fixing Malcolm with a glare that could cut glass. \u201cShe\u2019s my girlfriend. You don\u2019t get to speak here,\u201d he snapped, his voice dripping with defiance.<\/p>\n
Malcolm had never encountered someone so insufferably arrogant, so unyieldingly domineering. Anger flared within him, momentarily blinding him to the reality of their ranks. In a moment of impulse, he reached out, shoving Luis by the shoulder.<\/p>\n
A flash of pain crossed Luis\u2019s face as he staggered back, taking two steps before regaining his balance, the color visibly draining from his skin. The atmosphere thickened with unresolved tension, each character standing at the precipice of a confrontation that could change everything.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-2395","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/2395","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/chapter"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2395"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}